Your daddy and my daddy had a drink at the bar

Talking about what was best for me

Without a name or a degree,

Stubbornly holding onto you

And you pulling away from me


The best that they could say,

For my restless teenage ways,

Was time in the service

Might serve me well,

Even if it's just service in

The latrines


Lucy my love,

Don't go sending me off to war

I put up with your family,

Full of bigots and fanatics,

Just to get a little closer to you,

Now you've turned on me too

You have turned on me too.


Go hide behind your flag and family

This town has nothing left for me

This town is nothing more

Than a fundamentalist penitentiary


When you're down on your knees

Are you praying for holy war?

When you're down on your knees

Are you praying for holy war?

Lucy my love,

Don't go sending me off to war


We must live,

We must true,

To our childhood dreams,

Or they're worthless

And our youth is insincere


So where do we find worth?


I put up with your family,

Full of bigots and fanatics,

Just to get a little closer to you,

Now you've turned on me too

You have turned on me too.


When you're down on your knees

Are you praying for holy war?

When you're down on your knees

Are you praying for holy war?

Lucy my love,

Don't go sending me off to war


We must live,

We must true,

To our childhood dreams,

Or they are worthless

And our youth is insincere


So where do we find worth?